Novel Full Book 8: Chapter 15: Garbage (3)
Book 8: Chapter 15: Garbage (3)
The three True Gods suddenly sensed that something was off.
That arrogant gaze, those piercing words, that indomitable will, could they really be forged by relying on others?
To make matters more layered, think about what it meant to be a Higher Existence. Could it be that Dyon was the only person in the world related to a powerful individual? Technically, the middle-aged man who saved Diasho Ken could be considered his Great Uncle, so why didn’t he dote on Diasho Ken the same way the beauty doted on Dyon?
Higher Existences were people who had lived such a long time that they watched as countless generations of promising youths fell one after another. They lost wives, children, lovers, husbands… They had watched as time took away many of the things most dear to them. How could such individuals so easily display feelings of attachment to just anyone?
A top tier dao expert or a Higher Existence might decide to make a move for a descendant, but it wouldn’t be out of love or piety, it would only be as an act of completing Karma. They received the protection of their powerful elders when they were young, as such, it was their turn to do so. It was nothing more or less than that.
Yet, Dyon had gained the acknowledgement of a Higher Existence to the point where she threw aside all her pride as a lofty existence to display feelings of anger, rage and love, all for him. How could a genius worthy of such a thing be as simple as they believed?
The three True Gods fell silent until Drathal spoke.
“We’ll each fight you one on one. If you win, we’ll leave and accept your ban. If we win, we’ll be taking over two of the secondary entrances of the pagodas each.”
There were two ways to enter the gold danger zones. The first was the easiest. This required entering Low Gold City and teleporting to the inner entrance. This was especially convenient for Clans who co-owned Low Gold City. Not only would their Clan members be able to enter for free, but they could also charge for use of these methods.
The second way, however, involved entering through the danger zones. This was why no one had attacked Dyon until his 6 months of protection were up.
It was possible to trek the long way to the entrances by going through the silver danger zones. However, this method required passing a test that was difficult even for Gods. This was a test that could be skipped if one could use the Low Gold City teleportation formations.
Unfortunately, the reason why the Demon Generals couldn’t use this method was because both methods led everyone to the same lobby area. This lobby area was a danger-free zone that acted as the first floor and resting area of every pagoda. This was the final “filtration” of sorts.
Many talented individuals from Clans who didn’t have a say in Low Gold City were greatly angered by this method. They had gone through all the danger, just to find themselves in a lobby where they’d have to pay an entrance fee anyway. It was blatant bullying. Yet, they could only accept it.
“The rules don’t matter to me. Even if the three of you came together, you would leave disappointed!”
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In a distant space upon a ship that spanned several kilometers, a familiar middle-aged man suddenly awoke from meditation, coughing up blood onto his once pristine golden robes.
The man turned incredibly pale, his features shaking with rage as he watched his cultivation plummet from the 11th dao stage to the 10th. Just when it seemed he would fall out of the peak dao realm entirely, he quickly took out a pill from his spatial ring. He looked incredibly pained to be using it for such a matter, but in the end, he steeled himself and let it sink down his throat.
Moments later, his plummeting cultivation stabilized, managing to remain just above 82 enigmatic qi filled meridians, staying firmly within the 10th stage.
The middle-aged man grit his teeth to the point where golden droplets of blood fell. But in the end, he sighed. He couldn’t remember the last time he had lost his mind to rage, but this matter was definitely worthy of riling him up.
A cultivator could technically become a Higher Existence as soon as they entered the 12th dao realm.
This man was just on the verge of finally comprehending the final step to become a Higher Existence, and entering the 12th stage, all so that his work could be destroyed due to a single lapse in judgement.
There were only two explanations for why he couldn’t sense Faith attached to Dyon.
The first was that Dyon was part of a small collection of individuals who didn’t fight for territory. Maybe the Higher Existence was his master and had decided to pass on their Legacy before they transcended. Although this was rare, it wasn’t unheard of. Many hidden experts existed everywhere. Because it was so difficult to build up territory, geniuses born out of outstanding Clans often chose to remain lowkey and not interfere with the matters of hegemons. Though Higher Existences among them were rare, they existed.
The second explanation was one that scared the middle-aged man very much. If one Clan’s Faith is beyond the bounds of an expert’s comprehension, then it wouldn’t be so easy to sense. Only a Higher Existence could ignore these limitations to sense without restriction.
If the second was true, or even if just the first was true, he could only hope that the Higher Existence felt that he had been punished enough…
‘I must speak with elder brother and father about this.’ The man stood, but suddenly stopped himself. ‘They’ve both entered secluded cultivation to pass this journey to the meeting the Esteemed Ones called for in regard to the Ancient Battlefield… It won’t be too late to speak to them then…’
The man sighed once more, closing his eyes to begin cultivating once more.
It was said that the opening of the Ancient Battlefield would be far more ferocious this time. Those Abandoned Clans wouldn’t give up until their Karma was re-established. With the end of all things seemingly approaching for this Mortal Plane, it seemed as though former rules are being thrown out with impunity…